Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming

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Unfortunately, Reina's time is too tight. After returning to California, he will mail the specific contract back to become the world's most beautiful art agency as soon as possible.

The lifeblood of supply is tightly grasped by Qin Guan. Don’t say the price of commercial art in China is really cheap.

Isn’t it cheap? Even if these kinds of products are all leftovers, the price that can be sold to the Chinese is only 30 RMB!

This is to be laughed at by many housewives to kill the rhythm, but the old beauty just likes it.

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As the store layout was gradually filled, the crowd watching at the door increased a lot. If Guo Nuoyan blocked a brand that will open tomorrow, it is estimated that the group of people can rush in and fight for it.

Pieces of small Su embroidered ornaments were laid out on the treasure frame painted with purple paint. The golden sunlight projected out, fluffing the fluffy kitten on the hydrangea, and reflecting the vividness.

The green, yellow, and white "custom Tang San Cai rouge box with lid" contains Yangzhou's "Xie Fuchun" duck egg powder made from soybean flour and rice flour.

The transparent glazed bottle is ice musk oil with the functions of black hair, descaling, antipruritic and detoxification.

All carry the mysterious heritage of ancient China.

The old and beautiful people outside the door exclaimed, the more excited this group of people looked at the items on display, this is a shop for artists, this is a high-end custom shop for the rich!

Just looking at the value of these artworks, we know the cunningness of this young Asian shopkeeper. The bulk of the sales are the most ordinary collections, and the real good things, the exquisite goods are all taken out behind.

Qin Guan opened the penultimate box, but took out the handkerchief in his pocket under the watch of the onlookers. He very piously wiped off the floating soil with a white silky handkerchief and put the handkerchief. To the grocery box.

He gently lifted the objects inside, with a trace of obsession, slowly read: "How to take jewelry on earth, is it like a pill of Yang Xian..."

The thin sweat that came out slightly because of work did not affect the face of the Asian boy. At this time, he was reading in Chinese the poems that most of the people could not understand, his closed eyes and his gently shaking head, everywhere. Shows him a relaxed and happy mood at this time.

It looks like a scholar in Tsing Yi robe, the sand of bamboo forest, the breeze blowing, and the light purple sand in his hand, for himself a cup of tea named idyllic.

‘Wow bang’ applause sounded one after another, outside the door.

Lao Mei didn't understand Zisha, poetry, or feelings, they knew that the person in front of him was just as beautiful as a painting.

Qin Guan smiled slightly at the person outside the door and gently placed the purple sand made by Mr. Gu Jingzhou in the center of the compartment. Everyone's eyes also moved with the movement of Qin Guan's long fingers.

In the compartment where there is no sunlight, this small pot resembling a lotus flower reveals its true content.

The round belly is smooth and the pattern is clear. The lid and the body of the pot are tightly connected like a silk. The beautiful pot handle is like the stem of a lotus leaf, with a playful summer.

The most mysterious thing is that in the shaded corner, the whole body of this zisha pot reflects the scorching, golden-like texture, which is almost noble and elegant.

The English-style white teapot is like the mud under the feet in front of it, and it must not be too high on the surface, so that the shelf will not fall into the nobility of the king in the pot.

The shock wave was just one wave after another, and the people were stunned and had not maintained it for two minutes. When Cong Nianwei opened the last box, it was completely crazy and exploded.

Nanjing Yunjin, a brocade in hand, I have the world.

Ok, this is not an exaggeration.

In a society where modern textile technology is so advanced, Nanjing Yunjin still maintains traditional characteristics and unique skills.

Yunjin got its name because of its bright and splendid color and beauty like Yunxia in the sky.

It is the first of China's four famous names.

Cong Nianwei held this piece of Yunjin in his arms, but it was specially made by a manufacturer and said that it is hard to find in the world.

The bottom of Yunjin is a big red silk satin. Through the special weaving method of Nanjing Yunjin, the gold thread, silver thread, copper thread, silk, silk, and the feathers of various birds and beasts are woven into one by hand. The whole piece of damask.

Because of the complexity of the production process, this piece of Cong Nianwei's hand is only two meters wide and less than five meters long. Nanjing Yunjin is the most expensive of all the artworks.

"Let let, let us go in!"

"Miss! Can you show us the fabric in your hands? We are from Dior Design Studio!"

Guo Nuoyan at the door was barely swallowed by these crazy women, his nostrils were dug, his cheeks were pulled, his shoes were crushed, and the crazy women were about to break through Together.

Another sentence by Qin Guan calmed the people off the court: "This is a non-sale item, and will be auctioned at the designer's top material auction..."

Shrimp! If this is too much for you, those top predators will be able to make them a group of small designers? Are you kidding me?

Qin Guan gave Cong Nianwei a wink, and his girlfriend carefully opened a storage box to store this piece of Yunjin.

"However, the piece just now is not for sale. You need to know that some smaller ones can still be sold."

Speaking of this, Qin Guan took the final product from the bottom of the box, five sealed and beautiful paper tubes, quite like the outer shell of the kaleidoscope that was fascinated as a child.

Two beautiful fingers slowly pulled the objects out of the paper tube, and a beautiful scarf with natural silk fragments was displayed in front of the crazy designers.

Thin, as thin and light as cicada wings, transparent, the sunlight penetrates the dense thread without hesitation, bright, bright colors as endowed by nature.

The texture of the wind and clear clouds is different from the rich and precious red brocade just now, with the worries of the Jiangnan water town, telling the feelings of the millennium.

Everyone was quiet, and the light shining in the eyes was the ambition, and all the people around them were their enemies.

‘Snap’ ‘snap’’s ‘snap’

The cylinders were opened one after another, and the five scarves revealed their true appearance, just like the ladies in the boudoir, finally reaching the age of marriage.

Chunlan Qiuju has its own merits, and the European and American obsession with silk is suppressed in the bones.

The production in those Vermont embroidery workshops, before these real deep boudoirs, lacked its heritage.

The voices of the outsiders trembled coldly, but the fiery heart was surging.

"Dear boss, no! Art collector! What about the price of the scarf?"

Qin Guan's big white teeth dangled in front of their eyes, and the silk scarf that made them dizzy with him, and dangled in his hands, were the same dazzling. (To be continued.)